Chapter 133: No Escape

Earlier, Gecko had assessed that these people dared to hide here, meaning they likely had connections with the armed forces in this town.

Therefore, while the safest approach now would be to contact the town Sheriff to apprehend them under official cooperation, it would be even better to catch them before the Sheriff arrived—just in case they secretly protected those individuals.

“Hey, the others might have three Ability Users…”

Hearing Lu Xin’s words, Gecko momentarily panicked and hurriedly called out.

But before his voice faded, Lu Xin had already leaped like a civet cat through the window the Man in Red Suit escaped from, vanishing with a whoosh. Gecko could only shake his head in exasperation: “Sigh, this little Captain adjusts way too fast…”

Still grumbling, he angrily pointed his handgun at the others in the room, shouting: “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!”

“Boss, you really think I’d dare move now?” The burly man was nearly wetting his pants; the two bunny girls were tearful like pear blossoms.

“Point taken…” Gecko realized, laughed heartily, and holstered his handgun.

He straightened a chair and sat down, glancing at the slender bunny girl on his right with a smile: “How old are you?”

Then he turned to the voluptuous bunny girl on his left with a smirk: “You… aren’t small…”

“WHOOSH—”

Urgent footsteps clattered outside, and immediately a crowd brandishing guns burst into the room.

“Haha, easy now, easy… I’d hate to kill anyone,” Gecko hastily raised his hands, showing them his handgun and dagger, putting on his friendliest smile.

…

After vaulting through the window, Lu Xin immediately scanned his surroundings.

In an instant, he spotted the Man in Red Suit darting around a corner at an angle slanting southwest. He quickly looked beside him—there stood Mother, gently smiling beside a small courtyard fence, a small purse hanging from her arm. Yet her gaze wasn’t fixed on that crossroads, but on another alleyway instead.

Lu Xin gave a slight nod, took Little Sister’s hand, and like defying gravity, scaled the alley wall using both hands and feet, speeding forward. Emerging from the narrow alley, he spotted an open warehouse door.

Lu Xin covered the twenty meters to the warehouse in barely one or two seconds.

Mother stood outside the warehouse, offering Lu Xin a gentle smile: “Be careful!”

Lu Xin nodded, then rushed inside the warehouse.

“TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT—”

The instant he crossed the threshold, Lu Xin heard the distinct whir of rotating barrels.

Simultaneously, violent strobing red lights flared from at least four different positions.

A deluge of bullets erupted, spraying towards the entrance where Lu Xin stood.

In the flashes of red light, three brawny men could be seen crouched at different corners on the warehouse’s second floor, expressionlessly squeezing their triggers. Behind them stood the man who’d shed the crimson suit. Now helmeted, he straddled a large, heavyweight motorcycle, his hand aggressively revving the throttle…

… Clearly, while Lu Xin arrived swiftly and unexpectedly, this man was well-prepared.

After Lu Xin took pursuit via the window, he’d dispatched another decoy to lure Lu Xin onto a false path.

And upon entering this warehouse, he had three gunners waiting to lay down suppressive fire, covering his motorcycle escape.

Originally, Lu Xin and Gecko believed he’d exhausted his Psycho-modified Humans. Instead, he still commanded at least six or seven—how he produced so many in such short time was baffling.

Three rotary cannons, positioned strategically, aimed at Lu Xin, their bullets weaving a fan-shaped curtain of fire.

The abrupt barrage instantly engulfed Lu Xin—a scene frighteningly reminiscent of the ambush at Jiujiang Road in Satellite City No. 2.

…

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

Enraged bullets, reeking of gunpowder, shredded the concrete floor where Lu Xin had stood moments ago.

Chunks of cement flew off, tearing open a gaping hole immediately.

But Lu Xin wasn’t there amidst the bullet impacts. The instant their triggers squeezed, Lu Xin had leaped upward lightly, swiftly crawling across the ceiling using hands and feet. By the time the three gunners registered his movement, Lu Xin was already halfway above them.

Realigning their cannons towards the ceiling would take them over a second—more than enough for Lu Xin to reach their position behind them.

…

Having once been pinned down by five rotary cannons and nearly killed (only evading death thanks to Mother’s protection), Lu Xin learned hard that lesson.

This time, warned by Mother, he proceeded with extreme caution.

A Spider-Type Ability User was unlikely to get cornered if prepared in advance.

…

“Spider-Type…”

As Lu Xin crawled across the ceiling, the Man in Red Suit sitting on the Motorcycle, already about to start the engine, narrowed his eyes. He instantly calculated the time it would take for Lu Xin to reach him and realized he couldn’t escape in time.

He abruptly turned his head, fixing his gaze on Lu Xin, who was crawling toward him from the ceiling, and made a forceful gesture.

He suddenly lifted his left hand and choked his own throat.

Illuminated by the muzzle flashes of the multi-barrel Gatling gun, Lu Xin’s movements on the ceiling also turned peculiar. He had been crawling with all four limbs, but abruptly raised his left hand and clutched at his own throat.

…

“Puppet-Type Ability Two: Forced Imitation!”

The moment Lu Xin’s left hand involuntarily gripped his own throat, this thought flashed through his mind.

It was one of the Puppet-Type abilities described in the dossier.

A Puppet-Type Ability User couldn’t freely control normal people, but when concentrating, could force the target to imitate a specific action. The effective range was between five to ten meters, and the maximum number of targets was three.

The dossier recorded an incident:

Once, a Puppet-Type Ability User pointed an unloaded gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.

The result: three opponents simultaneously shot themselves in the head.

In such a critical moment, Lu Xin naturally wouldn’t use his left hand to strangle himself to death.

But he was currently crawling on the ceiling. Making this gesture caused him to plummet downward.

Below him roared an unrelenting torrent of bullets from the multi-barrel Gatling gun.

…

“Little Sister…”

If it were Gecko who came, he might truly have no way to block it at such a moment.

But Lu Xin was different. He had a Little Sister.

As his body sank, he softly called out.

In the din of gunfire, his voice was low, too faint for ordinary ears. But the Little Sister heard it instantly. Happily, she flipped upside down, stretched out a small hand, grabbed Lu Xin mid-fall, and swung forward using the momentum.

Lu Xin, now dangling in mid-air, was propelled across to the far end of the warehouse like he was flying.

Crack-crack-crack…

Amidst the stuttering light of gunfire, Lu Xin landed behind one of the Psycho-modified Humans who was firing.

His posture was eerie and swift. He instantly reached for the leftmost figure’s shoulder. The body of that Psycho-modified Human twisted violently, as if charred plastic. His arms and torso contorted grotesquely. The distortion threw his actions into chaos: the Gatling gun he held swung wildly, its barrel pointing unnaturally at his comrade.

Bang-bang-bang-bang…

A rapid burst of gunfire ripped through the space. The two Psycho-modified Humans were shredded into broken, bloody tatters.

Lu Xin turned his head and looked towards the warehouse’s side door.

The Man in Red Suit sat astride the Motorcycle, staring back at him, an expression of sheer terror etched on his face.

Lu Xin slowly released the ruined Psycho-modified Human he still held. He straightened up fully, offering the man a radiant, chilling smile.

“You didn’t get to aim a gun at me every time…”